Chapter 511

Some onlookers quietly snapped photos, while others filmed live videos, their cameras practically glued to Tiffany's face, capturing her every expression. This mirrored the scene after the engagement party, when accusations of a scandalous private life—secret rendezvous with a lover and even injuring Richard—led to a flurry of live-streamed outrage at Cedar Ridge Villa. Everyone seemed eager to profit from her downfall, stirring drama for attention and financial gain. However, after Richard regained consciousness, these individuals were arrested and remain imprisoned.

Tiffany looked up coldly. "Keep your phones away from me."

Not only were they filming close-up, but they also had the flash on. The man live-streaming flinched under her piercing gaze. Despite her notorious reputation, there was an undeniable authority in her look. Though reluctant to miss the spectacle, he obediently moved his phone away from her face.

Grelle remained on the ground. Tiffany looked down, her tone mocking. "What's wrong? The fall incapacitate you? Or are you waiting for your admirer to help you up?"

Grelle's expression hardened. She'd hoped more people would witness Tiffany's perceived arrogance and bullying, but Tiffany's retort made her appear to be overacting. Tiffany's guess about Richard was correct; she'd learned he'd just landed at the airport, ten minutes prior.

As Grelle struggled to rise, she spotted a group approaching the airport entrance. The leading man, tall and dignified, exuded power and authority. It was Richard.

Grelle's eyes flickered. "Tiffany… please don't be so harsh. I've always considered you a friend."

Tiffany was disgusted. "Cut the act, it's repulsive."

Tiffany turned to leave, but Grelle, undeterred, grabbed her hand. Annoyed, Tiffany swung her arm, sending Grelle screaming backward.

Richard arrived just as this happened. The onlookers scattered, unwilling to provoke him. Grelle fell directly toward Richard, setting the stage for a heroic rescue. However, Richard didn't even flinch. His expression remained impassive as his intense gaze locked onto Tiffany.

Grelle landed with a thud on the unforgiving tiles. The onlookers winced, sensing the pain.

Chapter 511 (Continued)

Grelle’s eyes filled with tears; the pain prevented her from rising. She hadn’t expected Richard, standing so close, to remain so indifferent, his gaze cold and detached, as if she were invisible.

In pain and tears, she cried out pitifully, "Mr. Hampton…"

Richard moved, sparking Grelle's hope, only to watch him walk past her, expression unchanged, straight toward Tiffany.

Tiffany paused, instinctively stepping aside. She remembered Richard's past indifference in school and expected no interaction.

As she moved, she felt her collar yanked. Looking up, she found herself face-to-face with Richard. "You…" she began, stunned, before Richard grabbed her collar and started walking, treating her like a pet.

"Let go of me!" Tiffany struggled, but within steps, she was shoved into a car.

"Let's go," came the cold command.

John, glancing in the rearview mirror, obeyed, starting the car. Tiffany escaped Richard's grip, but the car was already moving. She shrank to the side as Richard sat impassively in the backseat, his emotions unreadable. However, she noticed he seemed unusually pale. She wondered if his stab wound hadn't healed properly.

She started to ask about his condition, but hesitated. The silence in the car was heavy until they reached Royal Bay.

Richard suddenly opened his eyes, fixing Tiffany with an unwavering gaze. "Get out of the car," he commanded.

Tiffany, thinking him domineering and fierce, gritted her teeth as she exited. Just days ago, she'd sworn never to return to Royal Bay, yet here she was, essentially seized and dragged back.

Richard took Tiffany directly to the second floor. The servants, especially John, regarded her with strange, puzzled expressions. His gaze was the most complicated, as if she’d wronged everyone in Royal Bay.

Tiffany hated this suffocating feeling. "You brought me here. What do you need?"

"This is also your home," Richard said, his lips tight. "If you dislike this place, I have other properties. Choose one and decorate it as you wish."

Tiffany was speechless. It wasn't the place; it was the strained relationship and uncomfortable atmosphere she couldn't stand. She recalled casually mentioning wanting a fruit orchard when they first met in Royal Bay; he’d immediately had the designer’s garden torn down to create one.

Richard was now repeatedly making concessions. Before, she would have been grateful.

Tiffany closed her eyes, disgusted, remembering the scene at the Meryeason Hotel a few days prior.

Note: The final "رفان" appears to be extraneous and unrelated to the text. I've omitted it.